“Daddy, Mommy said I was a burden and locked me here,” my 7-year-old wept from inside a dog cage. Returning from war, my heart shattered. Then, my wife walked out in silk with a stranger, shocked to see me alive. She thought I was dead-unaware that a trained soldier’s wrath had just begun…

wasn’t a parent; she was a ghost.

Over the next month, the “small house” began to disappear from the sand tray. Emma started picking up plastic trees. She picked up a figure of a soldier. She placed the soldier right in the middle of the sand.

“What is the soldier doing?” Dr. Kwan asked.

“He’s fixing the gate,” Emma said. “So the monsters can’t get back continue reading …